by Silke Ming
He refilled their wineglasses and turned his attention to the mail.
“What is that one called?” she asked.
“Some strange bronze color! As a matter of fact, they seem to come in all these strange colors.”
“They are indeed strange colors.”
“I want to paint you,” he said, his eyes devouring her body. “All of you. No portrait! I want to paint your sensuous body.”
“Will it go on display at one of your exhibitions?”
“No,” he said, brushing his lips against her cheek. “It would be for my eyes only.”
“I like that,” she replied, staring at the colors. “Use one of those strange shades.”
“Those are not for the body. Those are for still-life paintings.”
“I like the bronze one. Well, just paint my portrait in that curious bronze color.”
“I’ll paint you whatever color you want,” he said as his hand wandered under her robe.
She closed her eyes, and a smile registered across her lips.
“I love it. You are living up to the terms of your contract,” he said as his fingers moved higher up her thighs.
“Are you living up to your side of the agreement?”
“Most definitely,” he said. “Come with me. I have been thinking about this all day.”
They climbed the stairs, and he flicked the light switch. Total darkness! He turned around and their bodies collided. They laughed like two giddy teenagers as they searched for the double doors of the bedroom. He found them and turned on the light.
“Shouldn’t you close the blinds?” she asked.
“There’s no one out there, but if it will make you feel better, I’ll close them.”
“Are you sure there aren’t any perverts out there looking for a free show?”
“They would be disappointed. We are out in the middle of nowhere, in case you’ve forgotten.”
He flicked another switch, and the blinds slowly descended. He took something from the dresser drawer and placed it on the bed. She glanced down and noticed two condoms. It was going to be a hot night by the look of things. He dropped his robe to the floor, exposing his long, lean body. She stared at him, and her body felt as if it were on fire as he made his way toward her. He slowly undressed her, caressing her with his eyes. He gently touched her breasts, and her body responded. She closed her eyes and allowed him to explore her, inch by inch. Her body rose to meet him as he took each puckered nipple between his teeth. He bit softly on one, and then on the other, which heightened her desire. She was noticeably aroused, so he moved lower down her body and allowed his tongue to caress her warm pussy. She felt as if she were in a trance. Pushing her legs apart, he explored her insides with his fingers, which sent surges of pleasure coursing through her body. He moved slowly back to her lips, and they kissed each other deeply, passionately. He ran his fingertips across her lips and circled her nipples with his tongue.
“Delicious,” he said, slipping two fingers inside her.
His tongue continued to move enticingly around her nipples, which were now like two hard little buttons. She wanted to feel him inside her, as her body was embroiled in mindless ecstasy. Her hand moved to his thick erection, and she lovingly stroked it. His hand covered hers, and she could feel his cock turn to steel as they both pumped it.
“That feels good,” he murmured. “Turn around.”
She turned over onto her stomach, and he slapped her playfully on her behind.
“I want your head at the foot of the bed,” he said.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her clit throbbing like a beating heart.
“I’m going to give this to you,” he said, his cock in his hand. “Every inch of it.”
She turned around, and her head was now hanging over the bottom of the bed. She gazed trance-like as his erection danced around her head. He lowered the tassels on the bedpost and, reaching over her head, attached each leg to a post. She now lay fully exposed under his gaze.
“You look so inviting, and you smell so good,” he said as he ran his nose back and forth between her thighs, making her body jerk uncontrollably.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?” he asked.
“No,” she replied.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said as the blood started to pound wildly in his veins.
She pulled his body down to her face, and placed his prick between her lips.
“That’s so good,” he murmured, staring down as her lips enveloped his cock.
There was a taste of mint. Most likely from the bath gel he used. He moved his hips back and forth all the while staring down at his manhood as it moved in and out of her mouth. She pulled him in deeper while he caressed her fully exposed sex. His tongue filled her entrance and she moaned. He dipped two fingers inside her, and this caused her to nip his crown. He quickly pulled it from her lips and massaged it.
“You bit me,” he said as he continued to rub her clit with his palm.
“Sorry,” she said, licking the tip.
“Easy,” he said, as his erection disappeared once again inside her mouth.
He bucked and gyrated as she circled his crown as if it was a lollipop, and then she pulled him even deeper inside.
“Are you coming?” he asked as he felt her muscles contract around his fingers.
She did not reply, but her hips, although restricted, moved to the plunging in and out of his fingers.
“Ahhhhhhh!” he cried out as the sweetness caused his body to break into spasms and he spouted his salty juices into her mouth.
The stronger the spasm, the deeper he pushed himself into her mouth. Finally he withdrew it slowly from her lips, but his fingers continued to explore her, driving her crazy a little bit at a time. It felt magical. She called out his name, gyrating and bucking as his fingers moved around inside her. She watched him, mesmerized, as he slowly massaged his prick while fingering her. It was soon standing upright again, and he pulled her down to meet him. He did not enter her, but rubbed the head around on her clutching entrance, teasing her.
“Put it inside me,” she begged.
“Put what inside you?” he asked, stopping and staring at her.
“Your cock!” she whispered.
“I’m not ready,” he said as he continued to circle her entrance with his swollen crown.
He stared down at her, exposed and ready to accept him. He kneaded her breasts as he watched his thick dick impatiently hovering around her wet entrance. Finally he entered her, and her body rose to meet him. She sighed loudly as his stiff erection filled her body. At first his movements were slow, which almost made her made delirious, but he picked up the pace, driving himself deeper into her. He felt her muscles contract and release as sweet seduction overtook her body. He withdrew and teased her again and again until she submitted herself completely to him. He plunged himself back into her, and she shamelessly caressed her clit with her fingers. She cried out as he moved with wild abandon, thrusting his delicious cock back and forth inside her. He felt her muscles squeeze tightly around him, and he withdrew his cock, leaving only the head inside her. Slowly he re-entered her and they moved together. After a mighty thrust, her body seemed to freeze in midair, and she came with an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Untie me,” she whispered. “It’s uncomfortable.”
Her legs fell to the bed, and he crawled on top of her and kissed her.
“That was beautiful.”
She smiled and ran her hands slowly up and down his back, while he held her closely. They lay still for a short while, until she began to run her fingers gently over his nipples. He was soon returning her touch.
“Move to the foot of the bed,” she whispered.
“What are you going to do?”
“Make you feel good,” she said, teasing him.
“It scares me to be tied up,” he said.
“Why are you scared, Seamus?”
“I don’t know. I just h
ave this fear of losing control,” he said uneasily.
“There’s nothing to worry about, Seamus. I’ll be gentle with you.”
She pulled the sash from her robe and stared longingly at him.
“Sit up,” she said softly.
She blindfolded him and ran the long end of the sash feather-like on the tip of his not yet full erection. His body heaved back and forth. She continued to tease him as he ran his hands over her body.
“You are driving me crazy, Summer.”
“That is the idea, Seamus. Don’t speak.”
She parted his legs and strung him up by the curtain tassels, while continuing to run the edge of the sash back and forth over his now erect pulsing head.
“Oh, Summer…”
“Don’t speak,” she reminded him.
Something warm touched the tip of his erection. The tip of her tongue! She gazed at the drop of fluid on the tip, which glistened like a diamond. She flicked the tip of her tongue snake-like across it again, and then took the scarlet head between her lips. Pulling the edge of the sash, she released the blindfold so he could watch her. So erotic!
“Oh, Summer, what are you doing to me?” he exclaimed as his hips rose and fell. “Just watching you, I’m about to explode.”
“Not so soon,” she said, gazing into his face as her tongue navigated the circumference of his quivering head. “Has Lana ever done this to you?”
“What?” he asked.
“Has she ever tied you up?”
“Never,” he replied.
“Are you sure?” she asked, still licking his bobbing head.
“I never allowed her to,” he replied. “Oh, Summer, I want to feel this deep inside you.”
She straddled him and moved close to his face. His hands reached for her breasts, and his tongue and lips moved around the crevices of her swollen clit. He sucked and tasted and licked her body, savouring her delicious juices. Her body moved as if to some unheard rhythms. She moved slowly down on his body, and sat on him.
“Don’t move,” she said, as she took his erection and rubbed it around her throbbing pussy.
“I want to feel it inside you,” he said, his voice quivering. “Untie me and let me fuck you.”
She released him, and he turned her over and impaled her with his long cock. She gasped and threw her legs around his neck.
“Yes, yes,” he whispered. “Come with me, Summer. Come with me. Hold me. Squeeze me, Summer,” he shouted as his body rocked back and forth like a piston trying to free itself.
She came, her legs still elevated in the air and his fingers doing overtime on her clit. Exhaustion overtook their bodies, and they both lay prostrate across the bed. She was already asleep when he whispered her name. He ran his fingers between her legs and she was still wet, so he cleaned her body, then his, and switched the off the light.
Chapter Eleven
One year had passed and they opened their eyes one morning to the sound of someone ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door. They had overslept.
“I’ll get it,” said Seamus.
“What time is it?” asked a sleepy Summer.
“Nine thirty.”
“Give me a moment to get to the bathroom.”
It was Robin, the photographer. Seamus lingered for a moment at the door, giving Summer enough time to make her way down the stairs.
“You’ll have to start without me,” said Seamus. “I guess we worked too long yesterday and we both overslept.”
“I know the way,” he replied.
“I’ll be there in five minutes,” Seamus replied.
He was surprised when he walked out to find that Summer, too, had already showered and dressed and was on her way to the kitchen.
“Want some coffee?” she asked.
“Oh yes. Bring Robin a cup also.”
Three hours later, the photographs were all taken, and the two men hovered around Robin’s computer looking at the photos and trying to make a decision which paintings would make it to New York, and which wouldn’t. The selected paintings were now ready to be crated and shipped to the Big Apple.
“Summer, there are still a few things to be done. You’ve got to call the travel agent and book two business class seats for the seventh of next month. Preferably an afternoon flight!”
“That’s next week. When is the return date?”
“Is it really next week?” he asked, scratching his unwashed hair. “We’ll be spending two weeks there.”
“What else?” she asked, looking up at him.
“What else? Oh yes. The shipping company! They are expecting my call. Let them know the number of paintings to be shipped. Tell them I want them packed properly this time. I’m giving them a second chance. Look into my diary and you will find the number.”
“Number three,” she said.
“Number three?” he asked absentmindedly.
“Is there anything else?”
“Yes, call my hairstylist in Whitney. Tell her I want to have my hair color changed to a chestnut brown. That number is also in my diary.”
She couldn’t believe her ears. Was he actually going to have his hair color changed? From red to chestnut brown? She couldn’t imagine him with chestnut-brown hair.
“One more thing,” he said. “We must go shopping. You will need clothes for New York City.”
“I don’t need any new clothes.”
“Have you ever been to New York City?”
“Never,” she replied, “but I can put myself together just as well as any New Yorker can.”
“You are not just putting yourself together, Summer. Not only the paintings will be on exhibit, you will be, too.”
“Will I?” she asked, feeling a little annoyed.
“Yes. I know most of the invited guests and I know their tastes. Please let me know when you receive the appointment for the hairstylist.”
“Have you made a checklist of all the things to be done?” she asked.
“Everything has been already looked after,” he said, rummaging through a drawer.
“Have you booked the hotel?”
“That has also been done,” he replied.
She thought that was her job. Perhaps much of the preparations had already been done before she had arrived on the scene. Had the programs been printed? Were the hors d’oeuvres and beverages ordered? Who had chosen the champagne? Her thoughts fell immediately upon Lana Podesta. Was she his PR person? She set about making the phone calls. First the shippers, then the travel agent, and lastly the hairstylist!
“You’ve got an appointment to have your hair done the day after tomorrow,” she said.
“Perfect! Tell her you only want to have the edges trimmed.”
“What?” she asked, staring at him. “I made the appointment for myself?”
“Maria will do a fantastic job with your hair. I want you to steal the show,” he said with a smirk.
“Why have you made the decision to color my hair chestnut brown?”
“Because I know it will enhance your face, and the style we’ve chosen will make you even more beautiful, if that is at all possible.”
She was speechless.
“What time will you be going into Whitney?” he asked.
“I never said I was going. The appointment is at nine thirty.”
“Come on, Summer. I’m only thinking of you. I want you to look your best.”
“All right. Just this one time! Please do not make any more decisions concerning my life without first consulting me,” she snapped.
“I apologize,” he said, brushing his lips against hers. “To make up for my mistake, I’ll take you out to dinner tomorrow tonight. Italian?”
She did not answer, but knew exactly what he was referring to. His cell phone started to ring, and he picked it up and walked out onto the landing. She could only hear his answers but had no idea who the caller was.
With everything under control, and still annoyed with him, she said she going for a walk on t
he beach. He decided he would accompany her, and although she was still angry with him, she allowed him to walk with her. Together they walked through the pines, looking at the birds and the wildflowers that had sprung up along the hedgerows. The tide at that time of the day had receded, and flocks of birds fed ferociously on the shellfish left behind.
“Do you come here often?” she asked.
“I haven’t the time.”
“With all this beauty around you, how could you take it for granted?”
“You’re beside me. We’ll do it together, Summer.”
He stopped and swiftly turned her around to face him.
“Summer Knight, I love you,” he said, looking into her eyes. “I don’t want you to ever leave me. I’ll give you everything you want. It was the greatest day when you walked into my life.”
“Looking like a Botticelli painting and not a flat-chested young girl in her puberty?” she asked, laughing.
“Is that what I said?”
“Your very words, Mr. Balsam!”
His lips grazed hers and they continued walking hand in hand along the beach, sending the flocks of feeding birds into the air as they approached. They lay on the sand and looked up into the blue sky.
“Have you ever wondered about the life of a bird?” she asked. “To fly wherever you want, whenever you want?”
“And in the winter, having to sleep and live outside in the cold weather and the snow, hoping someone would take pity on you and feed you until the summer rolls around again?”
“I would survive,” she said.
“I would rather not be a bird, Summer. If I had been a bird, I wouldn’t be lying here on a deserted beach loving you,” he said, reaching for her hand.
They closed their eyes and breathed in the fresh air, until the warm evening sun forced them to seek refuge away from the burning sun.
* * * *
The following day was uneventful as they discussed what they would do in New York City after the exhibition was over. A Broadway play, visits to museums, Radio City Music Hall, the Statue of Liberty, and the list went on and on. Then after a night of good food and great sex, they retired for the evening. Her appointment with the hairstylist was very early the next morning, and she wanted to be on time.
